What Does It Mean…
What does it mean when your mother calls, asks you for your email address (she has it in her contacts) and you tell her it’s your initials, your birth date @whatever.com and she gets it wrong! She repeated it back to me and gave me the wrong answer and I’m like “Mom, how can you get this wrong?” I thought I was giving her an easy to remember formula and I get the pregnant pause like I just asked her a final Jeopardy answer. Now I’m thinking, just tell me if I was adopted, it would explain so much.
I pride myself on knowing things about my friends and family, middle names, birthdays, anniversaries. I like “knowing” people and I like when people know me well enough to remember certain things about me. It tells me that you are just as interested in me as I am about you. Okay, I don’t remember phone numbers too well unless it’s one I have to memorize, but I know some people well enough to have an entire conversation with just my eyes. How do you feel about your friends or family remembering facts about you or are we all excused from remembering anything because everything is remembered for us?
I’m calling my mother back later this evening. Hi Mom, I have a question for you. What is my birth year, minus the time I was born, divided by four times two. If she gets it wrong, I will know for sure she’s hiding something. With my history, she will probably ask which one of “her” kids am I.
on December 27, 2007 at 5:33 pm
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My Mom was a legal secretary..my Dad a doctor..I turned out to be a redneck trucker.. which prompted Mom to say more than once that they mixed up the babies at the hospital and that lady from North Carolina in the bed next to her who gave birth on Holiday up here was my real Mom…..:):):)
on December 27, 2007 at 5:54 pm
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Well the answer to my little math problem is 570.5. She didn’t stutter with the information, so I think I’ll keep her as my mom, but I got my eye on her.
Feel free to do the math anyone.
on December 28, 2007 at 2:45 am
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I laughed on this post because I used to be sooo great at everyone in my family’s birthday.. but as I get older and the kids suck more brain cells from my head I find myself forgetting them..
on December 28, 2007 at 7:57 am
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Kim, is that what age does to you or is it the kids? Maybe both. lol
on December 30, 2007 at 5:28 am
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You’re not the only one, my mum has a selective memory too, the things you want her to forget she remembers and vice versa.
on December 31, 2007 at 3:32 pm
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My dad regularly calls the family members by completely the wrong names. “Nat, Mairi, Solomon, have you seen the remote?” All the time he’s talking to me.
on December 31, 2007 at 8:33 pm
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My siblings and I get that too Solomon and Tondy. Oh well, here’s looking forward to old age. I have to admit, I did call a coworker by my daugther’s name because she was acting like an 8 year old.